The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 559- Plans For the Future (5)

"Mmmf... Mnng... Unng♥" Verdia’s eyelids fluttered open, startled. Yet, a heartbeat later, she surrendered, closing her eyes again to embrace this raw, uninhibited side of him.

It was a side of Reinhardt she hadn't witnessed before—consumed by a primal, ravenous hunger. While the noble knight was someone she adored, this assertive display was equally captivating. She allowed him total freedom to claim her.

A low, gravelly growl rumbled in his chest, as if acknowledging her silent consent. The fevered heat radiating from her skin beneath him felt intoxicating. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee, and she yielded, a wordless, glistening invitation.

He aligned himself at her core, still slick with the remnants of their previous union. The head of his cock brushed against the flushed, ready folds. She was scorching and prepared for his next intrusion.

As he sank deep inside, Reinhardt leaned down, whispering huskily into her ear: "He is truly a prodigy. Though he stays rough around the edges and requires refinement in his foundation, he grasps every instruction with lightning speed. If I teach him one technique, he manages to master two or three more on his own."

"There is zero doubt; he possesses one of the sharpest minds I have ever encountered. His sword work, his very breathing... the boy is a natural talent. He is destined to become a pillar of this kingdom."

Verdia glanced at him, her eyes shimmering with tears born from a fierce, overwhelming pride and the intense physical delight. She locked her ankles securely around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

"Yes," she whimpered, her frame trembling. "Oh, Reinhardt."

Hearing that her son was regarded as a prodigy filled her with boundless happiness.

Simultaneously, he detected the crescendo of her climax—the tightening, erratic spasms of her inner muscles pulsating against his shaft. It triggered his own reaction, a volcanic pressure mounting at the base of his spine.

He increased the tempo, his hips driving with renewed vigor. As she reached her zenith, he released everything he had held back, flooding her womb completely.

Reinhardt’s seed surged through her cervix, driving deep into her uterus.

Sensing the profound shift within her, Verdia rested a hand upon her belly, closing her eyes in serene satisfaction.

Reinhardt exhaled a ragged breath and withdrew slowly. A creamy, white sheen trickled from their joined union, casting a heady scent throughout the room. He rose and sat upon the edge of the bed.

[Endless Ardor] possesses the ability to bolster stamina and revitalize his partner's body. However, these effects are not instantaneous. The energy requires time to circulate and harmonize with her own internal flow.

Noticing Verdia’s exhaustion, Reinhardt refrained from further activity and began packing his satchel. With no way to gauge the duration of his mission to locate the final High Elf Priestess, he had to ensure he was fully prepared.

Once packed, he sat by the desk and drafted a letter—a missive intended for Her Majesty the Queen.

He outlined his strategy and requested her assistance in repealing the laws surrounding the Tainted Lands. Pressed for time and burdened by an unsettling intuition, he felt the need to alert her early so she could initiate preparations.

After a moment of contemplation, he penned two additional letters: one for Melissa and the other for his acting Vice Commander stationed at Snowpoint City.

As he worked, Verdia, invigorated and replenished by the energy he had shared, approached him and settled onto his lap. She was a sight to behold, her skin glowing and damp with a beauty that took his breath away.

When he continued to focus on his correspondence, she pouted playfully and decided to take her revenge.

"How cold of you to ignore me," she murmured. She stood, hooked a leg over the chair, and sank down, straddling him perfectly.

In this position, her thighs gripped his hips, their faces inches apart.

With her noble grace, flushed cheeks, and wild, cascading blonde hair, she looked like a queen claiming her prize.

She rode him with a rhythm that was both ferocious and grinding, milking him of every drop. She controlled the pace, rising high before sheathing him entirely in one swift, mind-altering downward motion.

"Aaahn... Ahhn♥... Nnng~" Verdia threw her head back, fingers curling tight around his neck. Her moans were loud, raw, and completely unashamed.

Reinhardt watched her, spellbound. He reached up to pinch and roll her nipples, eliciting exquisite cries and gasps from his lover.

Since neither attempted to muffle their voices, the sounds of their passion reached well beyond the room.

Outside in the dim hallway, a lone shadow lingered. The figure, possessing a lithe, curvaceous form and long, pointed ears, wore a nightgown that hugged her fiery physique.

She leaned against the wall, one hand kneading her chest while the other moved frantically between her thighs. Muffled, intermittent gasps escaped her lips.

In another corner, Karina and Zerina stood silently by the staircase, acting as sentinels to ensure no one disturbed their master. Their goal was simple: seal off the hallway completely.

Reinhardt had issued no such order; the initiative was entirely theirs.

"It seems that elf harbors complicated feelings for the Commander as well," Zerina whispered, her dark purple eyes fixed on the distant silhouette in the hall.

Karina simply nodded, finding the behavior entirely expected.

"Dammit, I thought I’d finally have him to myself tonight. Who knew the Duchess would invite herself over?" Zerina wasn't shocked by the events unfolding inside. She had long since accepted that this human male was the most ideal being in existence.

In her eyes, other women being drawn to him was as natural as breathing.

Reinhardt was perfectly aware of the presence outside. Choosing to go with the flow, he made no effort to temper their passion, allowing the air to become thick with the memory of their union.

This continued deep into the night.

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At dawn, a knock echoed at the door, and Anastasia appeared in her maid’s uniform.

Verdia awoke, panic flickering in her eyes as she frantically pulled the blanket over her naked form. But the attempts were futile; the sleeping man, the disarray of the room, the heavy scent, and the physical proof of the night’s events were plain to see.

To her amazement, Anastasia merely offered a bow, choosing to ignore the evidence entirely.

"Duchess, the bath has been drawn. If you desire to bathe, it is ready for you."

Verdia blinked, stunned. Why was the maid pretending everything was normal?

"Unggh... Good morning, Ana."

Reinhardt stirred, greeting the maid with calm composure. To Verdia’s astonishment, he made no attempt to cover himself, instead leaning over to snuggle and embrace her once more.

"This!" Verdia felt her heart race, but neither of them seemed bothered in the slightest.

"Lord Reinhardt, the bath is prepared for the Duchess. Only a few servants are awake at this hour."

"I see... very well." Though a tinge of regret colored his expression, he released her.

Finally, Verdia grasped the truth. The headmaid shared a deep, intimate secret with her stepson.

Verdia dressed quickly, preparing to depart with the maid. Before leaving, she cast a lingering look at Reinhardt.

She was aware that he had been with Miranda, the Priest’s wife and her own best friend. But she hadn't realized that even Anastasia, a former headmaid and a married woman, had surrendered to her stepson’s charms.

Furthermore, she had a sinking intuition that the list of women touched by his influence was far from complete.